By Joyce Alexander, RNP (retired)
We frequently talk on Lovefraud about finding healing and being “happy” again. We discuss the words “forgiveness” and other emotionally charged words that have individual meanings and try to come to some conclusion that we have a definition of these words for ourselves.
I got to thinking about the meaning of “happiness,” and how I will know when I have reached it. What is happiness to me? For me?
After my husband died, there was a period of time when in my profound sadness and grief, that I thought “happiness” could be found in finding another mate and husband. I went seeking that “happiness,” and instead of a life mate and loving relationship with a new man, I found a psychopath who was seeking a new “respectable wife” to cheat on. My feeling of “happiness” was very short lived when I realized he was still “carrying on” with his former mistresses, which essentially amounted to a harem of needy women hoping he would “choose me.”
I elected to get out of that relationship. I found a great deal of sadness in my life at that time, but the “happiness” I had sought was not in view. I later realized that it could not be provided to me by someone else, but was something I had to provide for myself.
Wanting to be happier
Recently I read a great article entitled, The dark side of happiness, by Gareth Cook. A couple of short paragraphs in particular of this long article stuck out:
It is not so unreasonable to want to be happier. Are we really just supposed to stand by and let life have its way with us?
Well, yes and no. One of the most powerful ways to boost happiness ironically is to learn acceptance. Instead of viewing negative emotions as a failure, learn to see them as a healthy, natural part of the human drama. Negative feelings are often there to tell us something, an invitation to reflect, to make a new plan, or examine an issue more slowly and carefully. This basic notion can play an important role not just in therapy, but also in a balanced and meaningful life.
Who among us doesn’t want to be “happier?” But what is going to “make me happy?” That is the big question.
I hear people say, “I will be so happy when I get out of college and can get a real job.” I’ve said such things myself. When I do, I remember my grandmother telling me, “Don’t wish you life away, child,” to remind me to savor the todays of my life, not live in the future when thus and such may happen to “make me happy.” I’ve found that when things happening are the things that “make me happy,” the feeling of “happiness” it engenders doesn’t last long, but is a fleeting joy.
Today I dropped a heavy glass lid out of the top of my cabinet when I was trying to rearrange it and broke a glass canister that sits on the counter and held my oatmeal as well as a glass of water I had sitting there ready to drink. It made quite a sound as it broke. My son helped me clean up the mess and he said, “Well at least it wasn’t your grandmother’s serving dish.” I laughed and said, “Honey, I broke those a long time ago, but it wouldn’t matter if it was my grandma’s serving dish, because things are not that important to me any more. I’m not going to be unhappy because something is lost or broken.” (Though I admit I recently got angry when I realized that a former friend had also stolen an emergency stove I had stored in my barn!)
Joy and happiness
I also look at the difference between Joy and Happiness. Joy to me is getting a new puppy or a new car, or making a great dish for my friends and me to enjoy. Joy seeing the pleasure in someone when I give him or her a gift. It isn’t “happiness,” but the accumulation of joy builds to create happiness.
What is the difference though in “happiness” and in “joy?” The definitions below may give us some guidance.
From the Free Dictionary
joy (joi) n.
1. a. Intense and especially ecstatic or exultant happiness.
b. The expression or manifestation of such feeling.
2. A source or an object of pleasure or satisfaction: their only child, their pride and joy.
v.joyed, joy·ing, joys
v.intr.
To take great pleasure; rejoice.
v.tr.Archaic
1. To fill with ecstatic happiness, pleasure, or satisfaction.
2. To enjoy.
According to Dictionary.com the definition of happiness is:
1. the quality or state of being happy.
2. good fortune; pleasure; contentment; joy.
Don’t know about you, but I can’t say I totally agree with these definitions! Let’s see what others think. A definition of happiness, actually several definitions, are listed on the web site Happy Life.
What the sages say
“Happiness is when what you think, what you say, and what you do are in harmony.” Mahatma Gandhi
“Happiness is not a goal; it is a by-product.” Eleanor Roosevelt
“Getting what you go after is success; but liking it while you are getting it is happiness.” Bertha Damon
“Happiness does not depend on outward things, but on the way we see them.” Leo Tolstoy
The “definition” of happiness in the dictionary is sort of a self-defining word, “happiness is being happy” and still leaves us wondering what it means. The above website’s quotes from several sages seem more to define what “happiness” is, though I think each of us can and should define what “happiness” is to us as individuals, how we can build that happiness with the smaller joys of life, while realizing that our feelings of sadness at times, or remorse, guilt, or even shame, are signs that we might need to reflect inwardly for guidance in our lives.
I personally agree with Eleanor Roosevelt’s definition: “Happiness is not a goal; it is a by-product.” To me, happiness is the culmination of the smaller joys of life, from the enjoyment of a well cooked meal, to sharing a laugh with a friend. The personal satisfaction I experience at the end of a day when I have done my best and lay my head down on my pillow in peace.
2B,
Unless YOU grow up and set some limits for this princess she is never going to learn any responsibility…..
Delusions of grandure that YOU have instilled in her by giving in to every whim of hers, the house runs around trying to appease her. Trying to keep her from getting angry.
It is NEVER GOING TO WORK…GET A COUNSELOR AND LEARN HOW TO BE A PARENT. I’m sorry, there isn’t any fixing her because there isn’t any attempt on YOUR part to work on YOU.
Her biggest problem is YOU not setting limits. I’m sorry that’s just calling it like I see them 2B…you know I’m in your corner by trying to put a band aid on a wound the size of a basket ball isn’t gonna work. You need some PROFESSIONAL COUNSELING.
She is manipulating everyone and getting by with it. I’m with Henry, call the company and set a pass word so she can’t pull that shiat again.
2Be, I’m not sure exactly how to word this, and I may be off base. But I get the feeling that you have done all these things for your daughter and let her walk all over you, trying to win her love and approval. It’s almost as if the roles are reversed and she is playing the role of the disapproving parent and you the approval-seeking child. Even though it “appears” as though you have done all these things for her and given her so much, if you are doing it to win her love and approval, she will know it and regard it as neediness rather than genuine parenting. I believe that if you set healthy limits with her like everyone is telling you to do, that will feel more loving to her than just letting her do whatever she wants. Teenagers are begging for limits. They need to be shown how to behave, and they need consequences for bad behaviors. This feels loving to them. In your case, it also shows you respect yourself. How can you expect you daughter to respect you if you don’t respect yourself?
Star When I was about 5 years old I told my mother I was going to run away. She packed my bag and said she would really miss me..I went to the creek for a few hours and decided home was better than homeless..
Hens, in my house if we ran away, we got beaten so badly that we were bruised for weeks. So I let my sister do the running away.
I hear ya Star, Daddy never said “one “two’ ‘three” a half a dozen times, when he reached for his belt you knew you were going to have a bad day.
Star and Hens,
I was 15 when I ran away because my parents kept me like a prisoner. CPS got involved and told my parents they should give me normal teen freedoms, like dating, as long as I introduced them to who I was dating.
I introduced them to 30 year old men I was dating who carried guns and they just said, “see ya.” It was their intent that I would be hurt. In fact, they constantly repeated, “children who are not disciplined by their parents, will be disciplined by the whole world.” They were gleeful at the thought of some pedophile hurting me and envious when everything kept coming up roses – until the spath. That’s when they got what they wanted.
I am not saying conditions were ideal for me at home, but certainly better than living by a creek and going hungry. There was nothing like child protective services that I am aware of back then. If there was they sure didnt know about us
Hens,
I went and found CPS, they didn’t find me.
At age 5 though, you were pretty intrepid to run off to the creek. At that age, I was such a fraidy cat, I could barely speak.
What were you like at 15?
Sky, I dont care to revisit that time of my life, I tried but had to delete it…hugs and gnite
((hens)) g’nite.